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They’re in the middle of making flower crowns when it happens. Megan’s nimble fingers are weaving together pale lilies and forget-me-nots, and then suddenly she stills, sitting up straighter in bed as her face goes blank.
“Who is it?” he asks, putting down his completed wreath. Megan refocuses slowly, then meets his eyes.
“It's.. It was Mrs. Flannery from upstairs.”
“Oh..” Sylvester glances up at the clock, then turns back to his girlfriend. “We’ve got an hour before visiting time ends. Should we-?”
“Help her find her way into the light?” Megan finishes his thought with a smile. “Good idea.”